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Horsing around

On Christmas eve

Intending to sleigh

Trying not to bleed

Fog erupts

As you breath

Mounting the sleigh

Unaware of me

I'm the one you don't see

As I stalk in the trees

You slip down the hill

In a moment of joy

My presence brings you chills

Stepping out with the axe

Two bits stained blood red

The blade catches your neck

Hacking off your head

Sliding to the bottom

A foot shorter bloody mess

A severed head tumbles behind

And you are clearly dead